By Monday morning, Mia was sore, but in a way that made her feel more alive than she could ever remember feeling. Making love to Beau all weekend long had been incredible, and part of her hadn't wanted the weekend to end.
But part of her was ready to go back to see Sam as well, even though she was pretty sure he was going to fire her. She'd decided that the cryptic message he'd given her to tell his brother, the one about Beau having until Monday, had meant he had that long to convince Mia to quit or find her a new job. Since neither of those things had happened, she fully expected to be asked to clean out her desk when she got to the office. Luckily for her, all of her possessions would fit in her handbag-some breath mints, a stick of deodorant, some perfume, and a couple of changes of panties for when she couldn't stand sitting around in sopping wet ones anymore.
She'd gotten an email from Sam over the weekend that told her specifically which skirt to wear, so she had that on as she took a car service to the building. Beau had offered to come by and pick her up, but she knew how important it was to Sam that they keep their relationship away from work. In this skirt, riding the bus or subway was a bad idea. As it was, she thought the driver might be having trouble concentrating on the road. It was the short, schoolgirl-type black and white checked skirt that was so short, it barely covered her ass when she was standing, let alone when she was bent over Sam's desk.
Thoughts of bending over his desk reminded her of the spanking he'd given her Friday. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. The fear she'd felt at the idea of being punished had quickly melted away, and even though his hand on her ass had stung a little, it had felt good at the same time. Every time Sam touched her, it was a mix of pain and pleasure.
Would he touch her again before he let her go?
The car stopped in front of the office building, and Mia thanked the driver, having already paid him from her phone. She headed inside, hoping she didn't run into Beau. It would be better if she didn't see him while she was at work.
Mia hurried to her office and was almost there when she spotted Beau coming down the hallway. She gave him a quick wave and a smile but didn't wait. She caught the disappointed look on his face before she ducked inside of her office. It wasn't as if she hadn't mentioned to him a million times she'd just as soon avoid him at work. After today, it wouldn't matter anyway. She likely wouldn't work there anymore....
Sam kept her waiting most of the morning. If he didn't call her in soon, it would have to be after lunch. She wondered what happened if she was in his office when his lunch arrived. Would she be punished for it being late then?
Around 11:00, the light on her desk started glowing red. She'd already ordered his lunch, so she'd just have to be out in time to get it from reception. Assuming she was around after lunch. She stood, straightened her skirt, and headed to the door, knocking and waiting for his sharp reply before she punched in the code and entered.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
Sam was sitting behind his desk, his jacket and tie off, his shirt unbuttoned to the third button, a mischievous smile on his face she could not read. "Good, you got my email."
"Yes, sir," she said, even though she had responded to the email. Perhaps he hadn't seen it.
"How was your weekend?"
Mia felt crimson climb up her neck. Unbelievable would've been the right answer, but he didn't want to hear that about his own brother. "Good, sir. Thank you. How was yours?"
He shook his head. "Not so good. I couldn't find any good fucks, Mia. I tried and tried, but I kept thinking of you. Were you at Beau's?"
She raised her eyebrows as he was speaking, not sure how to respond to that. She nodded, remembered herself, and said, "Yes, sir."
"And is it safe to say you're no longer a virgin?"
She shook her head. "No, sir."
He sighed and looked down at the desk, rubbing his chin for a few moments before he muttered, "Well, I hope my brother liked his gift. I didn't have to give that to him."
Again, she was confused but didn't ask for clarification.
"Mia, did my brother use a condom?"
She nodded, shocked by the question. It wasn't his business, so she didn't even think about telling him anything he didn't want to hear.
"Every single time?"
"Yes, sir."
"And were there multiple times?"
"Yes, sir." Why was he being so personal?
"How many?"
Had she counted. "I'm not sure. Seven, maybe?"
"Wow-Beau sure knows how to be thorough. Good for you. Good for both of you." He cleared his throat and sat back in his chair, just staring at her.
And then his countenance changed. "Mia, has Beau tried to talk you into quitting your job?"
"Yes, sir," she admitted.
"And yet you haven't. Why is that?"
"Many reasons, sir."
"Is one of them because you... like your job."
She cleared her throat. Why was he asking? "Y-yes, sir."
That crooked grin was back. "I'm delighted to hear it." He leaned forward, his elbows on his desk. "Mia, I intend to fuck you now. If you don't like that, you can leave. As a matter of fact, you've done such a good job for me, I won't even hold the money you borrowed against you. You can just walk out the door, and we'll pay you a check for the time you've spent here. But... if you want to keep your job, you should be aware that, from now on, part of your responsibilities will involve fucking me. I'm nothing like my brother. I detest condoms. I won't wear one. You'll stay clean because you will wear condoms with others. I only take clean girls and am sure of it first. I am tested frequently. If you're not okay with that, you may leave. I'm also rough. I like it rough, and I expect you to like it rough. Again, if you want a gentle soul like Beau, there's the door. How do you feel about this, Mia?"
She had listened careful when he was speaking, despite being taken aback by his initial declaration, that he was about to fuck her. Her heart was racing, and while she heard the rest of what he'd said, the idea of him bending her over that desk and taking her from behind had her vision cloudy. She realized he'd asked her a question and played back his speech in her mind, finally saying, "I am your secretary, sir. I'll do whatever you ask."
Sam's smile widened. "Good to hear, Mia. Good to hear. Now, take your panties off."